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Her paws ached. She was tired, of trudging through mud and climbing rocks only to fall back down to the bottom of the hill. Parted jaws escape to let out  a yawn, and golden fur is unkempt as she makes her way past some of the dirt and grime.

Ugh. When she lived in the palace, it wasn't like this. She didn't have mud everywhere, she'd need to get cleaned after this. A nice, warm bath, perhaps? Whatever. For now, she'd had to find this justice-seeking group. They apparently had lived in a mountain and a beach town, but the alluring aesthetic wasn't what drew Aur- no, no- Writtenwish in. It was their morals. Perhaps such a powerful group would allow her to gain her own sense of justice, and to help her get what she deserved.

Her tail sweeps behind her, purple nose and pawpads glowing, drawing attention to her like a star in the sky. She runs a tongue over ivory teeth, before plopping down. "Hey. I'm Writtenwish, can I join?"

"but honestly, no one is calling your name" —-- writtenwish / elysium / serval / 6 months

[Hope Arcanium]

She knew she wasn’t supposed to be out too much with her injuries, but she was feeling much better today than she ever had since the attack. The white-furred god had taken it upon herself to perform a small patrol around the perimeter, checking up on Valerian’s outpost where they kept supplies for joiners and, speaking of joiners- she soon spotted the feline near the border. The hybrid had grown cautious over the last few months due to attacks upon Elysium by hostile, vengeful gods, and steeled herself as she approached the stranger with her head held high.

Her strong, godly energy was on display for all to see, and that was something she was working on trying to cover up. She didn’t want anyone treating her any differently or see her as a threat due to the change in the atmosphere around her. It was charged with energy, intense and very stormy-feeling. It was unmistakable.

Ever since this awakening, her body had the occasional crackle of electricity, and sometimes a light glow around it because of her new powers. She was a sight to behold- a pure white domestic feline and fox hybrid, with dragon wings to match her fur, her left shoulder bearing a strange marking, with scars littering her body from various causes, and intense light green-gray eyes to match.

“Nice to meet you, Writtenwish,” The hybrid gave a polite dip of her head and a smile, “my name is Playerone. Welcome to Elysium. Do you need a tour?” It was clear she was very used to this situation, having done and repeated it for years. It was routine at this point, and the newcomer didn’t seem hostile.

Playerone stood there with anticipation, waiting for an answer.

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Videogames doesn't think he's really ever met servals outside of his family. It's a somewhat strange thing -- his family, the only of their type to really rebel. Sheska and Saikta .... didn't really count, as far as he was concerned. They'd been family too.
Which is why it's a somewhat strange thing for Videogames to catch sight of the young golden serval. Her markings are white -- strange, but Videogames can relate, with the strange brown of his own. A new arrival, looking to join.
"It's no problem. Welcome!" The serval is prompt to cheer, making himself known the moment he's done familiarizing himself with the situation. "The name's Videogames," A bright grin, establish himself as friendly. Good first impressions and all that -- generic.
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Woah! What was up with her? The fox-feline hybrid seemed to have a storm at her paw, with electricity crackling the air beside her. Not only that, she stood tall and confident. Was she a high rank here? A god, maybe? Oh, right! She was asked a question. She shakes her head, mostly to clear her head rather than an answer. "Um, sure! Y-yeah, that works, Miss Playerone!" The serval offered a smile. But first, she needed to get cleaned up. Her tail swishes behind her as she nervously awaits her response.

Huh? Another serval? She blinks, purple eyes taking him in. A golden serval with brown markings? Man, her old group woulda had a field day with him. She makes an odd face, before smiling once again. She decides to sit now that there's a crowd - three's a crowd, after all - but she still wonders what other kinds of serval there would be. The most she knew were in the Kingdom. "Nice to... meet you." She replies, a bit focused on him. Huh.

"but honestly, no one is calling your name" —-- writtenwish / elysium / serval / 6 months

[Warringkingdoms]

  [font=trebuchet ms]The soft purple glow about the stranger's form elicited a raised brow from Rin as she walked over, her eyes wandering over to the forest before flickering back to the newcomer. Writtenwish, she'd said. A name- that was more than some had gotten, and she would get still more. There were no figures in the shadows to steal her life in a single blow.

  Looking back at the glow in her nose, Rin twitched her whiskers. The gentle shade of violet was... calming? Offsetting? Paradoxically both at the same time? If she didn't think about it too hard, though, it was just a color. After Play and Vid introduced themselves, and Writtenwish replied, Rin nodded in greeting. "I'm Rin," she said, tugging at her scarf with one paw. "Nice to meet you."

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Needless to say, this place Felicity had found herself in was ... extremely strange. Not the strangest she'd ever seen -- you can't do as much adventuring as Felicity had without seeing some weird shit. But she lived with these people now. Whatever questions she had about people would haunt Felicity till she died.
Unlike her brother, Felicity has met many other servals. It was inevitable. The resemblance was ... a tiny bit jarring at first sight. The strange, gold hue, the strangely colored markings -- a taste of nostalgia that need not be entertained. Purple nose, purple eyes. Glowing.
A lot bigger than the two of them had been, at that age. Felicity drapes herself against Videogames, pressing her weight into her brother's side as she yawns, a mouth of sharp teeth. She hadn't arrived that long ago herself -- her first showing in public.
"Welcome!" She says finally, mismatched eyes fixating on the smaller with a sweep of her tail. Slings a paw around Felix and taps it against his side rhythmically, fidgeting. He hardly reacts -- hardly the slightest twitch. "I'm Felicity! Hope ya like it here, and all that," Wow, none of them really had anything interesting to add, did they? Hardly fun. Granted, Felicity'd never really seen any newcomers during her brief stint in the reforming Vale, so she wasn't entirely sure how this worked. Was really just following everyone else's lead.
Still. Boring.